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if this is what he wants, and it's what she wants,
then why's there so much pain?

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Hahaha.
I was reading my archives,
and i feel like vomiting hahaha.
I can't believe i used to
blog like that.

I feel like copying an extract up,
but its so embarrassing.
I looked at the content,
i don't know whether to laugh

or cry.

I CAN'T BELIEVE I USED TO TALK ABOUT RANDOM GIRLS HERE
I used to say things like,
Today..i saw this girl..quite pretty..then i like want to ask for number..

WHAT WAS I THINKING.

shit, i feel like killing myself.

okay, friends that was the past
I was still thirteen, and dumb.
I'm all grown up now.

maybe one day, just for laughs
i shall post an extract.

All the best to us tomorrow.